Nights in Copenhagen
A/N: I do not own Pitch Perfect 2 or any of the characters.
Chapter 1
Beca sipped her coffee quietly, trying to focus on what Chloe was saying- failing completely. Her mind kept wandering back to the car show where they had seen their competition preform. As much as she hated to admit it, Das Sound Machine kicked ass. It just so happened it was their ass- the Bella's- that was getting kicked. In Beca's defense, she was extremely busy with her internship, Jesse, and of course the World's. It seemed that she was the only one of the Bella's thinking about life after this was over.
"Beca!" Chloe hissed, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Yea?" Chloe set her coffee down gently- which seemed as though it took a lot of self-control- and said
"Are you okay? You seem distant lately." Beca resisted rolling her eyes.
"I'm fine, just normal, distant, moody me." She said sarcastically, wishing she was home asleep then sitting at the small coffee shop in Copenhagen.
"Yeah," Fat Amy said, nudging Beca's arm, causing her to slop drink on the table. "You seem very preoccupied." Beca set down her cup and closed her eyes, feeling a mounting headache.
"Thanks for your concern but I'm not preoccupied and if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get fresh air." She stood from the table without another word, feeling the pent-up emotions clawing at her from the inside. The cool air was refreshing as it blew over her face, calming her. Without much meaning she started down the street and allowed her mind to wander while she was almost completely unaware of her surroundings. her face collided with a strong figure, nearly knocking her into traffic.
"Hey watch where you're going as-" Beca trailed off, her own words catching in her throat. There in front of her stood DSM's leader, clad in black skinny-jeans and a tight-fitting gray t-shirt. The blonde grinned, showing perfectly straight, white teeth. Beca had a twisting feeling in her stomach like this woman was a cat, showing off the weapons of destruction to its prey.
"Kleine Maus, we meet again. Still small I see." Beca's head spun as she tried to think of a witty reply.
"You almost shoved me into traffic you gorgeous goddess...Dammit!" She hissed angry, trying to dart away down the sidewalk. The German seemed to anticipate this move and caught her by the shoulders.
"Where are you headed Maus? Surely your boyfriend is not here?" She made a show of turning her head side-to-side, her platinum hair swinging around her shoulders. Since she couldn't say anything without making a complete fool of herself, Beca stayed silent. "I see." Kommissar said, the grin spreading.
"Let me go you beautiful specimen. Jesus Christ!" Kommissar chuckled.
"Why are you so desperate to get away Maus?" Beca noted she still hadn't moved her hands.
"Why do you call me that?" She blurted stupidly, wiggling in the blonde's grasp. Kommissar's grin stretched wider.
"It's because you are so tiny, like a mouse." Beca was at a loss for words, she stood gaping at the German like a fish. "Cat got your tongue?" She asked, feigning innocence as she smirked at the burnette. Instead of replying with something witty Beca blurted out the first thing on her mind.
"You're gorgeous." Beca closed her eyes and took a deep breath. No more compliments. She thought fiercely to herself.
"Thank you." Kommissar responded, laying her hand over her heart, grinning slyly.
"Uh, I was actually headed to the cafe down the street. You can join me if you like." Beca word-vomited. Shock passed over Kommissar's face, she quickly hid it with another smirk.
"Sounds great, meine kleine Maus." Beca about passed out right then. She made a show of tugging on her shirt.
"Oh, uh, ok." She desperately wanted to hit herself. "Let's go then." She started to walk at a brisk pace, but stopped when she realized the blonde wasn't following her. She hurried back towards her.
"Are you coming?" Kommissar extended her hand, palm up. Beca tried to keep her stomach from twisting in knots. Hesitantly, she reached out. Their fingers intertwined and Beca's face flamed.
"Ready Maus?" Kommissar asked, smiling. Beca just nodded as the blonde lead her down the street.